“Do you always lack a filter, or is this the booze talking?” She tilted her head back and laughed. “I have no idea.” After a moment, her expression turned serious, inquisitive. With limpid eyes fixed on mine, probing, she asked, “Are you as good as everyone says?” I shrugged. “You’ve seen me play.” “That’s not what I mean.” She dropped her voice to a stage whisper. “I meant in bed.” She sure knew how to stroke a guy’s ego. Too bad it was the only thing getting stroked tonight. “Ah. I guess you’ll have to find that out for yourself another time.”
